His Spring Symphony

Chapter Twelve: Her Beloved Performer

{A/N} Helllloooooo. It has been what? Two weeks since I updated. So here's the new chapter :D I have finals in weeks and it does stress me out but I, as a Capricorn WILL MANAGED!

- ENJOY! -Amni

HARU

     Haru woke up too early. She have three hours before school starts and she was surprised that she woke up on a sofa instead of her bed, until she remembered the wedding.

    She stood up and look around at her surroundings. The air was dry and cold and she was thirsty. She needed a bath too. She went to the kitchen to find the important matter.

    "Coffee...coffee...peach tea....ah, water."

    When she turned around, still chugging the glass of water, the view in front of her almost made her burst.

    "Morning." He said, simply.

    Oh crap, I forgot he existed for a second...

    "Uhhh... morning." Haru pursed her lips.

    Their wedding was Sunday yesterday, and since it was considered a bullet wedding, both of them have to do their normal routine the next day. She didn't care, to be honest, imagine them having a honeymoon... Imagine the honeymoon was in another country. Haru wasn't sure she would be alive if they were alone like that. Even at this moment with him, already gave her ridiculous thoughts.

    He took a shower, obviously. His brown hair was damp quite heavily- there were little drips of water at the end of his hair. He neck was snaked with a small white towel. He was already dressed for whatever work (gangster-related) for the day. He wore a white thin t-shirt, tucked into his white slack pants and a brown belt tied around his hips.

    "I'm going to take a shower..." Haru declared. She put her unfinished glass of water on the kitchen counter and tried to walk past Hunter who was blocking her way to the bathroom (which sadly, inside the only room in the penthouse, his room.)

   "Do you want breakfast?" He asked politely, still not moving. Haru was a little in awe when he asked. "Um, no thank you, I don't eat breakfast-"

    He just smiled. Haru knew that she has been a little bit rigid and awkward around him. She always aware that Hunter knew it too, but she couldn't help it. Like, imagine you got shoved to marry a gang lord!

    Hunter walked his way to the kitchen, unblocking Haru's path. He was already opening two wardrobes and the fridge, preparing some ingredients to cook. "I know that you feel overwhelming on...this." He voice was a little distant. Haru cut him off, squeaked. "I just don't eat breakfast. That's all." He turned to her from the fridge, quite a disbelief. So, she explained, "Really, I'm more of a brunch type. I don't really eat breakfast even since I was little actually. Don't take this in the heart. I don't mean to offend you." She saw him slightly nodded, "Okay... so no breakfast then..."He closed the fridge, quite a thud.

    "If so... I think I should take a shower then. I'm late for class." She lied but oh god, she wished that he would leave her alone by then. And she wished that he wouldn't ask to drive her to college.

   God answered her prayers. He didn't ask and just a small gesture from his hand of approval to dismiss, she accepted gratefully.

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    When Haru was ready to leave the house, Hunter was nowhere to be seen. The kitchen was spotless, without any dirty dishes around or even in the sink, even her glass of water was already washed and placed beside the sink.

Hmmm... Maybe he didn't eat breakfast...

    Without any question in mind, she got ready for college. Since it was almost summer and finals are over, Haru wore a simple ripped ankle-high jeans and her very big and very comfy navy blue fandom shirt with her favourite character, Luke Valas's (From The Adventures of The Seven Seas book series) quotes on it –"To love the moon, you must venture her darkness." Just wearing the shirt make her feel like her day would be great, even when she knew she looked very childish and nerdy. Her outfit was complete with her knee high grey converse and her earphone plugged into her ears.

    Class supplies and laptop? Check. Swimming suit and goggles? Check. Sketch book? Check. Adventures of The Seven Seas, the seventh and the last book which she couldn't remember why it was on the coffee table when she had woken up that she was pretty sure that she slept with the book on her face? Check.

   "Play The Queen is Dead and we are ready to go." She mumbled.

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    The best part of going to college for her was the way going to college. UCO (University College of Okwaland, Brooklyn) was built on the upper-middle class neighbour-hood town-house. The college was huge but packed and it was surrounded by cafes and bookstores.

    The entrance of the college was a round-a-bout with a fountain built on the middle of it. It was a three stars college yet the students who studied there were top-notch and very high achievers. UCO was famous for its music major students, whom always winning an international award (three-years in a row for piano and two years in a row for orchestra) and their pharmacy students.

    Haru chose the college because it was one hour away from her home and with a subway near, and two stations away, she would arrive at the upper-class neighborhood, when her new home with Hunter was. And compared to other colleges, it was the most she could pay for an education, consider the fact her dad kept missing when the fees arrived.

    The air of late spring brushed her face when she came out from the subway. Pausing her music, all of sudden she could hear the chattering and music from people around her.

    There was always a street performer performed on every corner of the road to her college. Today was no exception. Yet, there only one particular performer Haru always looked up to. It has been weeks since Haru saw him performed.

    He was, as always, surrounded by crowds. No doubt, everyone loved him. He always played on his grand piano. Lucky for Haru, he was just starting to play when she arrived there. With his grand piano and his neatly combed hair, he played... Haru smiled. Chopin's.

   He was amazing. He played with his heart instead of his hands. His pressed the keys fast but soft. Haru couldn't help but to close her eyes and hummed to Waltz No. 16 together with the piano.

   Without realizing that someone was watching her in admiration from afar.